Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 84 Parchment Screen!Thunder at Tribal Council

On the first piece of parchment, three figures were drawn:
In the farmland, there is a water rat woman who died for unknown reasons, an ugly baby in her hands, and a prophet who is raising his cane towards the baby.

When they first met, the old prophet must have thought about killing this alien, but apparently he didn't do it later.

The second piece of parchment: In the longhouse, beside the campfire, the prophet is holding the baby sleeping soundly in his arms, his face showing the glory of motherhood.

The third piece of parchment: A young child of three or four years old is hobbling to help pack up the candles. The prophet stands aside. The side facing the child has a gentle smiling face, and the other half of his face is covered with Sad.

There is a text note written on the painting: He can't speak, he can only make a "gulu" sound, which means he is hungry again, so I named him Gulu.

The fourth piece of parchment is on the street where they live. It depicts two groups of people. On one side are six or seven children holding stones, and on the other side are ugly, strange children who are holding their mouths and seeming to be sobbing.

A child who is different is always easily bullied by other peers.

The fifth scene: The adults, with ferocious faces, surrounded the prophet's longhouse, pointing their fingers at the ugly child hiding behind the prophet.

The sixth picture: The lonely prophet stood by the well, using a rope to lower the food down the well, and the text annotation of 'Gulu' came from below the well.

In the face of the tribal leaders' threats, all the prophet could do was to save the life of this alien.

The seventh scene: Under night, the monster ran into the prophet's longhouse, put down a rabbit it had hunted, and then left in a hurry, with a lonely figure behind it.

The eighth scene: The tribe has brought in a group of fierce-looking pirates. The old adults are now elderly. They have their heads lowered and look frightened. Monsters appear from behind the street.

The ninth picture: The monster stands in front of the pirates with its teeth bared, and the people hiding behind it have different expressions.

……

No. 12 Parchment: Next to the well, standing not only the prophet, but also other tribesmen, they were hanging food down the well. The tribesmen recognized Gulu, and the atmosphere was joyful.

No. 13 Parchment: In the long room at the entrance, there were a circle of old and weak people. An old man raised his blade towards the fainting outsider.

……

The last piece of parchment: At night, in the streets of the residential area where heavy rain poured down, the ferocious monsters raised their butcher knives high towards the helpless and surrounded Gulu.

The ink on this piece of parchment is still wet, so it didn't take long to draw on it.

call--

Rayleigh put away the parchment in his hand, his mind heaving slightly.

The final scene of the morning flashed through my mind. The prophet jumped into a well and died. They burned Guru's body and sprinkled his ashes into the well.

The world is ruthless and all living beings suffer!
Killing them all the way, they also destroyed the hope of a settlement. This tribe is called the White Wax Tribe, and it will probably die out in the future.

Perhaps it is also possible that the old and weak people who returned have found new ways to still survive in this place of residence and continue to spread the shocking rumors of the 'man-eating tribe leader'.

boom--

The corpses piled up by the pirates burst into flames.

In the picture of blood and fire, three warships sailed away from this gloomy strait.

……

After four days, the raiding team returned to the Strait of Foggy Crow without incident.

In order not to cause trouble, they did not bring along another large warship that was very dilapidated and left behind by pirates.

The territorial port gradually became clearer, and Rayleigh frowned slightly, not seeing the familiar figure he imagined. She should be training nearby and would rush over as soon as possible.

"The Raiders are back."

The soldiers who were training put away their weapons and walked over.But it was different from what was expected. The number of the raiding team that returned this time seemed to be much smaller.

"Did you fail? Just return safely." This was Skadi's voice.

"Mother, father, has he become a heroic warrior?" This was Wayne's voice.

"Yes." Sophia touched her son's head with a hint of melancholy in her heart.

"This robbery seems to have gone extremely poorly. I wonder what happened?"

"Are there any boats behind?"

"No more, we are the only ones left."

The atmosphere of the entire port suddenly became gloomy.

"Leilly, Itia, don't worry too much. Mellie is just missing. Nothing may have happened." Skadi continued, "White Prophet has also gone to investigate, and the blood stains left behind are far from enough." Entering the Blackwater River with a fatal, last trace, and a cow..."

"Ah."

Reilly responded, quickening his pace and running towards his farm.

When I and Itiya returned to the farm, they saw that the original wheat field was completely charred. Not only the longhouse and livestock pens, but also the spruce tree planted by my grandfather had been burned down to only one trunk.

Not far from the original longhouse, soldiers were carrying two simple wooden houses. It looked like they were about to be completed.

"This is the order of the leader and Commander Dao En. First, we will build you two simple wooden houses with a place to live. There is also compensation from Tom. It is already with the leader and can be collected at any time." A soldier came over and faced the two. Someone said something.

……

The sun was about to set, and the rays of the setting sun were receding inch by inch from the longhouse on Thom Farm.

Next to the bonfire in the house, the bloated woman looked worried and said to the man who was drinking: "The Bastian family couple are back. So many soldiers died in the raid this time, those two deserve to die." But they are not dead... If you burn down their farm, will we be in trouble?"

Since killing Gerald in the duel, that beast has become more and more powerful, which makes her feel a little stressed.

"What kind of trouble could there be?" Thom didn't take it seriously and said drunkenly, "He's not even a captain yet. How do you think he can be so unscrupulous in this tribe and cover the sky with one hand?"

"I'm just worried..."

"What are you worried about? It's just that the farm was burned down. It's not like we didn't lose any money."

"I'm worried that he wants to challenge you for a duel." The woman looked at the wine bottle that the man couldn't live without now, and sighed deeply, "In your current state, you may not be able to defeat him?"

That beast even killed two elite Blackfish warriors on Prisoner Island, even his own husband during the period of complete victory, so he didn't necessarily have a chance of winning.Not to mention that this man now has been addicted to drunkenness for so many years.

"If I don't accept the duel, can he still force me to do it?" Tom's eyes suddenly flashed with brightness, "Don't worry, he won't live long."

"What do you say?" The woman pricked up her ears.

"Don't ask." Thom paused for a while and looked at the woman again, "If anything happens, if I die, Dennis will have to be raised by yourself."

"Don't say such things, you won't die." Tears suddenly overflowed from the woman's eyes.

"No one is immune to death, let alone facing such a dangerous opponent." Tom shook the empty wine bottle in his hand. He was tired and tired of such days. He was once a brave and good fighter. , a fearless warrior.I don’t know when it became like this now——

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts!
It’s really not the life of a soldier. I don’t know if the Hall of Valor will accept it.

……

The leader's longhouse was shrouded in darkness and filled with smoke.

"Of the seventy brave warriors, only 30 came back, and Captain Staff was killed in the battle. Bartholomew, you must be responsible for this disastrous raid failure." Dawn launched an attack directly, his words as heavy as thunder.

"We plundered [-] yuan, not without doing anything." Sophia replied.

Dawn's deep eyes looked at the female warrior: "Where's the money?"

Sophia replied: "Still buried in the land of Western Europe..."

The words were directly interrupted by Dawn: "While still in Western Europe, can you ensure that the buried wealth is not found and taken away?"

"It's not guaranteed, but..."

"Stop talking, I'm withdrawing from the leadership race." Bassomo gave his own answer.

This result was also expected by the soldiers in the room. With such heavy losses, it was obviously impossible to run for leader again.

"not enough."

Dawn looked at the giant warrior with deep eyes, "When the leader saved you from the Longclaw Tribe, he didn't mean to let you act recklessly..."

"Dawn, what are you talking about now?" The old man frowned slightly and interrupted.

"After the defeat at Prisoner's Island and the current disastrous defeat at Cambridge, I'm afraid Bartholomew's thoughts are not on the tribe at all. He only thinks about his own hatred." Dawn's tone gradually increased, "I think he is no longer suitable to lead. Fleet, as a long-clawed rebel..."

"enough!"

The old man's tone was also serious, "Bassomo has made a lot of contributions to the tribe in the past 20 years. He is a Mist Crow man."

"But he is from Longclaw after all."

Dawn's tone calmed down: "The accumulated hatred for the Longclaw tribe has seriously affected his judgment on many things. His eagerness for quick success is not suitable for him to become a fleet commander again."

As the two men talked, the young warriors in the audience were slightly in an uproar.They had no idea that Lord Balsomore was a Longclaw.

"I think Commander Bartholomew is indeed no longer suitable to continue to be the commander of the fleet. I am disappointed with many of his decisions." This was the voice of Jonfu from the venue.

"Barsomo, even the soldiers of my own fleet don't obey you, what else is there to say?"

"Supporting Commander Daun's statement, we cannot allow a foreigner to continue to be the commander of the fleet."

"With our current number of warriors, there is only enough space for one fleet commander to be left. Bartholomew's mistakes are frequent..."

Qiong Fu's backstab received a response from the warriors in the longhouse.

The wall fell and everyone pushed back. This is Bassomo's current situation.Staff died in battle, and he lacked a captain with enough weight to stand by his side.

"Dawn, what you just said is too much." Sophia looked at those deep eyes with dissatisfaction.

Dawn looked back: "But what I said is the truth. If he was really grateful to the tribe, he should have married a wife and had children long ago. Why not? Because he is ready to die at any time, because of hatred, because he wants to lead people to defeat the elders. The Claw Tribe, avenging his parents’ death by the giant deer, and destroying the cruel assessment methods there occupied everything in his heart.”

"Ask him if that's true? The fog crow only occupies a very small part of his heart."

Dawn's voice continued, "Sofia, you also lost your husband in the battle, and you two have a good impression of each other. If Bartholomew agrees to marry you, I am willing to take back my previous words, and he will still be the commander of the fleet. You can even continue to run against me and decide the position of leader through a discussion between us, that’s all fine.”

Before Sophia could speak, Bartholomew was the first to respond: "You are right, but you also said one thing wrong. The importance of Mist Crow in my heart has never been a small part. The leader gave me a second life. This is my second hometown.”

"I can die to destroy Longclaw's belief, and I can also die to protect Mistcrow. Dawn, you underestimate me."

The slightly lonely giant figure took steps towards the outside of the longhouse, "I take responsibility for my mistakes and resign as commander of the fleet. From now on, I will be just an ordinary fogcrow warrior here."

"Commander Basomo..."

Several former fleet soldiers stood up and shouted.

Bassomo waved his hand back, indicating that he could go and be quiet alone.

"Then, it's time for me to retire, Dawn. You will be the new leader of the Mist Crows from now on." The old man threw the black coffin-like sword in his hand directly.

"You are serious." Dawn stood up and returned the sword to the old man.

After all, it was a sudden and disgraceful attack that captured Bartholomew's fleet commander. If the leader's sword was taken away, it would somewhat arouse the dissatisfaction of the warriors who followed the Barnard family.

After offending two waves of soldiers in a row, I am afraid it will be difficult to be the leader.Now that Bassomo has stepped down and the old man is not in charge of things, the power of the leader is actually in his own hands.

It’s just a name, there’s no need to worry.

……

The tribal meeting ended, and Rayleigh, Itia, and Jakam also walked out of the longhouse.

Jianfu's backstab made Jackham extremely angry and unwilling to pay attention to this man anymore.They are still too young, not even captains, and will not have much say in such an occasion.

"Jonfu is shameful." Jecam said angrily again.

"He just obeyed others' orders and couldn't help himself." Rayleigh didn't have any special feelings. If the situation of both parties were reversed, if Daun's raid was severely damaged, this level would probably be similar.

If you want to be a chess player, you must at least be a captain to have the weight to decide some things.

"But I really didn't expect that Commander Bashomo would be born in the Longclaw tribe, and my father never told me about it before." Jakam said again.

"Yeah." Rayleigh had already made some guesses when he went to the Baptism Battle half a year ago.

The long scimitar, the giant arms that are different from ordinary people, far exceed the height and build of the Mist Crow people, and they are indeed more like the warriors of the Longclaw tribe.

But what he didn't expect was that Bassomo's deepest obsession would be to destroy the Longclaw tribe's cruel assessment method. He must have his own story.

"Rayleigh, Jecam, and Itia, Commander Daun asked me to ask you which captain you would like to serve." Accompanied by a loud voice, a man in his early thirties with a body like a brown bear A strong man came over.

This man is Mountain Bear Victor!

The strong man continued: "Command the big ship, Shurut's medium-sized warship, or the Spyro warship you are familiar with, you can choose."

Commander Daun naturally attaches great importance to Rayleigh and his gang.

Deep in the eagle's eyes, a sharp edge flashed: "I want to go to Gorton's ship."

(End of this chapter)